A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell em' for a dollar They're worth so much more after I'm a goner And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singing Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'.

~ And I'd Wish The Sun Would Never Come.

~ Can't Take My Eyes Away From Her.

When I look back on my life, it’s not that I don’t want to see things exactly as they happened,it’s just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way. And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest because I invented it. Clinical psychology tells us, arguably, that trauma is the ultimate killer.Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics,they can be lost forever. It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again. It’s not that I’ve been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality.

And that girl on the left, she ordered gummy bears and a knife a couple of hours ago. They only gave her the gummy bears. I’d wished they’d only given me the gummy bears…